She hopped in the direction of the shower and willed tears to come to her eyes. “Vance,” she yelled his name and paused, her bottom lip pouting when he stuck his head out of the shower.
“What are you doing off the bed,” he scowled off her.
“I cut my hand,” she wiggled her fingers. “I wanted some water to drink, and the glass hit the floor and it broke and I tried to clean it because I worried you would be mad at me more after I hit you.”
“Giada, I am not angry at you. Not even a little bit.” He got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. “Let me see what you’ve done.” He easily lifted her up by the waist and sat her on the countertop of the filthy vanity. He made a face as he looked at it. “I know this is a shitty place we’re holed up in but it’s only temporary. The guy
